Its a crazy world

Three Words Never Spoken

2009-05-27T21:30:00.000-07:00

This poem idea started after hearing about Rihanna’s alleged abuse. I have a zero tolerance for wife or any type of abusers.
This is a poem reflecting what women go through in abusive relationships in that it is hard to leave and hard to stay. External forces sometimes control the victim’s choices and for each victim the external forces can be different. Noteworthy to mention, only the abused and tormented can speak to this; only they know; therefore, this poem is fictional. It speaks to the psychological torment and fear, which forces some to stay, while still fearing leaving the abuser and living alone.

Three Words Never Spoken

Your saber tooth sharp as knife

Is what keeps me by your side.

Your ruthless regard for others

And lack of empathy

Makes me blind

When others can see

You are quite scary.

Meaningless revenge in your heart -

Displaced anger

How I wished you could forget your past

Oh, if only I could part

But scared I am towards your

hands.

No more do I want that slap

Cannot bear feeling your touch.

Never the words

I love so much

Will be spoken by me,

Not just to you

But to all my future

Abusers,

Yes, I'm tired of going out

With losers

because once in

Its hard to get out.

Spun in your web of deceit

You pull out your best intrigue

Never do we see it coming.

Then we find ourselves in a mess.

A surprise trait you reveal

When it's too late

For people like me

To change our mind.

See,

We don't want to leave

Cause we've been convinced

No one else will take us in.

Thus,

Mission accomplished,

We no longer believe

And cannot see a way out,

But there'll be a day -

Wait and see

I swear

when I gain the courage,

a day when I muster up the strength

to be at my best.

Men like you are everywhere.

I now know your untruths

And when compared

A single life to pursue

Would be better

And come with less hurt.

I'll make my move

The next time you reach out

To slap.

I'll have a surprise trait revealed;

You'll apologize to not just me

But the others.

You may have larger hands

More strength and a man -

According to you

But I got a gun!

So ----you!

Dedicated to Rhianna

Its a crazy world: The Greater Stake

2009-05-22T13:04:00.000-07:00

Its a crazy world: The Greater Stake

Its a crazy world: I Am Tired Its a Crazy World

2009-05-22T12:55:00.000-07:00

Its a crazy world: I Am Tired Its a Crazy World

The Greater Stake

2009-05-17T18:47:00.000-07:00

Where do you go
When the grass you walked on
The home you lived in-
Your best friends
No longer existed?

In this material world
You have to choose
Between right and wrong
And find out for yourself
What side of the line
Do you want to belong.

What do you do
When your old neighborhood dissipates
And shortly afterwards
Your memories of past
Start to escape.
You no longer have
Any friends
That you can turn to;
What you have instead
Is your Lord who has saved you.

Would you think the turn you took
Was a mistake?
On the other hand,
Realize what was at stake?

What if you found
The closeness of others
From your distant past
Did not last
Rather, they all turned on you
And did so,
Fast.

When you find yourself
In that place
Your first thought might be
You were betrayed
However, you will soon realize
You have been saved,
And are going the Lord’s way.
Hence, it is your friends
Going in the opposite direction,
Where their home
Is still a pathway to destruction
Yet, you are making it to heaven.

heloo

2009-05-17T10:57:00.000-07:00

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cvx

2009-05-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

hello

About Me

2009-05-17T03:32:00.000-07:00

I have two short-story poetry books at Amazon. If one goes to http://www.thoughtprovokingpoets.com or http://www.thoughtprovokingpoets.com/lovesickitsacrazyworld he or she can scroll through the web pages, look at The Authors Page, and Home page. If one chooses, he or she can look at the front- cover- book image (on the home and authors page) and if clicked on, the individual will be taken to an Amazon page where the book(s) is available. One can also go straight to Amazon and under book category type in the following ISBN numbers: there are two books: the ISBN NUMBERS FOR BOTH BOOKS: Love Sick, available now ISBN # 1419665383, & People in Heaven from September Eleven, available now, ISBN# 141960273X or People in Heaven from September Eleven available now, ISBN# 9781419602733

Email me for additional information at: donnycdavied@thoughtprovokingpoets.com

If interested in other pieces, for instance, green poetry, political editorial opinions, go to http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/473873/donny_c_davied.html/ and search for the following titles: Mother Nature's Response, A Forever Key Around Your Heart, Are We There Yet?, Man Versus Mother Nature and Media and Race.

Mother Nature's Response is a poem that begins with illustrations of humanity's reckless behavior and the accumulative affect it has on Mother Nature. It includes and ends with showing Mother Nature's wrath as she shows the importance of all organisms have a right to be here.

By Donny C Davied | Published 5/5/2009

A Forever Key Around Your Heart, a sad love poem reflecting what some relationships experience. Its central them is an individual being surprised when the spouse/partner leaves. Its self-reflectiveness is shown when one does not take notice of love languages, love can slip away.
By Donny C Davied | Published 5/4/20

Are We There Yet?
This is an editorial opinion suggesting some of Media’s falsehoods. The Media becomes more persuasive and bias as they merge with tabloid news. They could help racial inequality; rather, they hinder racial divide progress. Media's untruths will only continue until we use critical thinking and analyze our media data.
By Donny C Davied | Published 5/1/2009

Finally, go to this site: www.associatedcontent.com/article/1667455/media_and_race_covert_and_overt_messages.html/ This is an in-depth editorial opinion examining the difference between today and yesterday media coverage concerning racial inequality especially in wake of our new President. It dissects overt and covert journalistic reporting attitudes and tactics. There will always be some form of media stereotypical coverage; what this piece uncovers is the dangers of one method versus the other.

Please feel free to leave me a comment.

Donny C Davied

2009-05-17T03:10:00.003-07:00

this is a test to see if this
computer is still a mess

2009-05-17T03:10:00.001-07:00

this is a test to see if this
computer is still a mess

2009-05-16T23:27:00.001-07:00

hello

I Am Tired Its a Crazy World

2009-05-05T09:55:00.000-07:00

I Am Tired

I witness a loved one’s time robbed.
I see them stripped from their prime.
I think the curse I have endured for too long.
I feel the weight
I have carried too many times.
I am of the youngest siblings still alive, yet
I am aware while this occurrence continues to slip by
I am given no notice.
YetI do not tell anyone
I wish I could trade places.
I fear they would take that out of context.
I thus stay remained in this box where
I experience guilt and torment.
I am angry with the man of cloth.
I saw him come in to my house to take a precious human life.
I wonder why he expects me to believe in him when he knows
I have heard his spin.
Nonetheless
I was told there is a rhyme a reason.
I asked him to explain.
I tell him one loss is too many.
I then suggested why not take me instead,
I do not deserve living.
In addition
I only take people for granted.
I reminded him
I have far less to live for.
I will not be missed. This is because
I am a piece of----
I suggest he took the wrong one.
I have only sin to offer.
So“Go ahead, ask my sis”, I told him, but
I doubt he even listened.

I recollect such events.
I am up with them sunrise to sunset;
I am sometimes awake dawn to dusk so little sleep I do get.
I try to sleep but dreams consume me.
I can only think about death and loss.
So
I return to thoughts-
I have rage against God
I still have anger towards the victim, but
I am not allowed to forgive.
I therefore, cannot forget.
Yet
I am left with this damn nightly, dread – how unfair.
I pray for a chance to rid all my regrets.
I wanted to join the land of the living
I then could leave the thoughts of the dead.
Hence
I found
I am forced for now to face my own demons.
I cannot ignore them.
I see them putting a toll on my present.
I consequently, stay in the past.
Accordingly
I can only share this experience with a select few.
I speak only to ones that know what
I am going through.
I found that only those people would appreciate and concur.
I am certain they would have similar feelings and pain hard to ignore.
I know this because they are the ones left
I, they are left to pick up the pieces
I, they go through this every time a loved one leaves us.

Thus
I on whim one day thought what if I dialed Him – God
I contemplated would He have an answer or a thought.
I wondered would He continue his onslaught.
I speculated what He would say, yet,
I then got scared what if He talked back
I feared what this would mean.
I mused would he suggest through rationale
I should change my thoughts and hidden immoral acts
I knew if he did I would say kiss my---
I then heard Him speak, “How one leaves us is not important”.
I said OK.
I then listened as He said “grasp their absence”.
I was told to acknowledge this new reality.
I then heard him admit his wrath as he hinted remorse would settle in eventually.
I was ordered not to take a life I did not own [as if he cared].
I was reassured that the grief stages; well, there is no norm.
I was not surprised when He uttered the words what I had was not an illness awaiting a cure.
I learned it might be years before this is all over.
Conversely
I now would like to help those few.
I have something to say for the people who wish to exonerate.
I will first tell them to get rid of all toxic thoughts.
I will empathize how difficult it is if one does not know how.
I will insist to handle the grief, stay on top.
I will propose when the news of a loved ones passing reaches us
I at first also felt weak.
I got tired
I was not strong,
I noticed others were wired
But
I did not belong.
I thought the others were wired because they had others to look after.
I did validate all reactions belong.
I suggested in such cases when a loved one has departed
I could understand what firsts reaction would be.
I then recommended a different way to look at life.
I offered, “The topic of today becomes how they will be able to mourn.”
I asked them if prayer would do any good.
I heard silence in the room.
I now understood what they were asking. They had already given up on prayers.
I deduced they were looking for another direction.
So
I then proceeded to answer my own question and
I replied as if talking to me, but spoke aloud just incase they were listening…
I exclaimed this is a crazy world what good is the Lord?
And
I, myself, after hearing His trash of gospel am only further convinced that
I possess nothing left to salvage.
I do not belong here.
I have seen too many deaths,
I still have questions unanswered.
I said, “I have seen too many people die, and you few deserve the truth.”
In addition
I told them
I have tried to find God; I talk to Him but do not hear any solutions.
I only hear the same revelations
I hear no remorse for the lives He has taken
I declared to the few, “Today is my last day for these types of conversations.”
I thanked them for listening but reminded that
I, no longer could have people count or lean on me.
I have grown tired and weary of these responsibilities
AndI can no longer take them on.
I am tired.

I am tired of being awake when others sleep.
I am tired of talking death when no one is brought back to life.
I am wired except now
I see there is no one else left to die.
I then take my thoughts to another level:
I have no one to take care of.
I surmised why I am playing this game of living
I talk but is God ever listening.
I know that when in fantasy lasting for eternity
I would have much more fun
Because I would find the change of scenery relieving
So
I finally find and take my cure for sleeping.

A Love Puzzle

2009-05-05T07:12:00.000-07:00

A Forever key Around Your Heart

How could one not know
What was to become
Nor see any of the signs
Remain a mystery to me.
How could not anyone know
Their own mindsIs puzzling to me,
Especially, for people likeYou and me.

There was a time before
When I saw you
My face lit up and glowed
But when I didn't see you
I missed you an awful lot.
We had fun
Back then
Even without talks.
Now though,
Everything is falling apart,
As we both have put
Back up our guards
And a forever key Around our hearts.

Written By Donny C Davied
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